Chapter 31: Viper Zhenzhen
The cold moon hangs in the sky like a blade.
Wangyue Valley was immersed in the bright white moonlight, and even the insects held their breath.
The sadness on Feng Xiaoming's face solidified like wax. A hint of cold light slowly emerged from the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes—like a dormant viper releasing its tongue, finally tearing through the disguise of human skin.
"Girl..."
He suddenly laughed, his voice as hoarse as dead leaves rubbing against a tombstone.
"You know... too much."
The secret was completely revealed, and he calmed down. There was no more madness in his eyes, only a clear mind that had been poisoned.
This girl must die.
Yun Yuan snorted and laughed, and with a sudden pull of his left sleeve, he pulled him closer, and a cold light flashed in his right hand - it was not an eagle claw blade, but several silver needles soaked in medicine, piercing his vital points all over his body!
But Feng Xiaoming was Feng Xiaoming after all! At this critical juncture, his body suddenly shrank, his joints making a teeth-grinding sound, like the snapping of dry bamboo. With uncanny flexibility and speed, his withered body, like a loach entering water, instantly slipped out of the tightly bound sleeves, carrying with it a piercing chill and dampness!
Yun Yuan's heart trembled. Bone Shrinking Technique!! He had actually mastered the Mo Xin Jue to such an extreme!
The shadows of trees were scattered across the valley. Suddenly——
"Girl, you have been naughty since you were a child..."
A sinister voice with a damp and cold breath licked the skin on the back of her neck like the tongue of a poisonous snake! A chill ran down Yun Yuan's spine, and when she turned around quickly, a fishy wind had already arrived! Five fingers like dry vines, with a thousand pounds of force, clamped around her throat like an iron hoop! Feng Xiaoming's sunken cheeks shone with a phosphorus-green smile under the moonlight: "You dared to escape from the ancestral feast... If you had been more sensible back then, why would you have been wandering in the mortal world for so long? This time, just be quiet, and your uncle... will reunite your family!"
Icy finger bones gripped his throat, and the suffocating feeling of death instantly overwhelmed Yun Yuan. She struggled mightily, the silver needles on her fingertips piercing his arm, but Feng Xiaoming remained oblivious, his eyes filled with the cruel pleasure of admiring his prey's dying struggles. He loved watching the light of life fade away bit by bit.
However, just as Yun Yuan's vision darkened and her consciousness was about to fade, Feng Xiaoming's hand, which was strangling her throat, suddenly began to tremble violently and uncontrollably! It was as if all the muscles and bones had been drained away, leaving them limp and powerless! The withered fingers that were tightly gripping her loosened involuntarily!
Yun Yuan's pupils narrowed—opportunity! A fleeting opportunity!
The instinct for survival and deep hatred erupted within her body, unleashing a powerful force! The moment she broke free from the grip, she poured all her strength and the murderous intent she had been accumulating for so long into her right hand!
A flash of cold light, like a falling meteor, accurately and ruthlessly pierced Feng Xiaoming's heart, which was twisted in pain and wide open with fear!
"Die!" A broken curse came out of her hoarse throat.
Feng Xiaoming's cloudy pupils suddenly constricted from the intense pain and the sudden, fatal threat! In this life-or-death situation, the survival instinct forged over years in poison and blood transcended everything! Aw! A strange, inhuman howl emanated from Feng Xiaoming's throat! In an instant, his body twisted and collapsed, defying all logic!
Crack!
The sound of dislocated bones pierced the deathly silence, and the entire chest mysteriously collapsed in a flash!
laugh!
The medicine needle actually brushed past the edge of his shirt on his heart!
When I came to my senses again, the evil ghost had already jumped more than ten feet away.
Yun Yuan clutched her neck and coughed violently, a few streaks of blood seeping from between her fingers. Feng Xiaoming had actually refined his body to such a state—this uncanny technique of shrinking and changing form was something even the Mohist ancestors who created the Mo Heart Art could never have imagined. Someone in later generations would be able to distort their bodies to such a degree.
Feng Xiaoming looked at his limp right arm in astonishment. The numbness from the scratched wound on his wrist had spread to his entire arm, and ominous blue-black veins were faintly visible under his skin.
"Bone-eroding powder? That's not right... This body has long been immune to all poisons!" He suddenly looked up, his scarlet eyes fixed on the white sleeves wrapped around Yun Yuan's arms.
"This isn't poison, it's medicine!"
"It's indeed my uncle!" Yun Yuan sneered, "That's right! Since you've refined your internal organs into a poison jar, nourishing a myriad of poisons, your niece naturally needs to prepare an 'antidote soup'—specifically to dissolve the 'symbiotic poison' that sustains this 'poison jar' of yours!"
Feng Xiaoming felt the subtle stinging pain at his wrists, which now transformed into piercing ice cones, madly moving along his meridians! He immediately understood her calculations: the white sleeves wrapped around him were soaked with the initiators of extremely cold Yin medicines such as Baicao Frost and Hanshui Stone. These were non-toxic in themselves and could even dispel ordinary heat toxins, but they were incompatible with the "poison jar" based on Yang poison in his body! Slicing his wrist, then guiding the Yin cold medicine directly into his blood vessels, straight to the core! And the final injection was the fuse that detonated this Yin and Yang deadlock! Penetrating the meridians, catalyzing the killing!
Fortunately, I just avoided the needle...
What a vicious girl! She feigned poisoning to lure him in for a pulse check, and she brought up the past to stall for time, allowing the cold medicinal power of the silk to completely penetrate his body! Even the strangulation and torture were part of her plan!
"What a plan!" Feng Xiaoming felt his right arm losing control, and felt the excruciating pain and draining strength within him. It wasn't poisoning, but the backlash of the "poison body" that he relied on for survival being forcibly disrupted! He looked at Yun Yuan, and for the first time, his eyes revealed true fear and disbelief. "When I took the Mo Xin Jue away, you were only a teenager... How could you have comprehended the subtleties of the medicinal principles and set up this trap?!"
"The Mohist Heart Sutra emphasizes benevolence, not killing," Yun Yuan said coldly. "Uncle defied Heaven's will and forcibly cultivated a poisonous body, ending up half-human, half-ghost. Have you ever felt for a moment the true reason why your aunt refused to teach you the Heart Sutra?"
"God's will? Kindness? Hahaha..." Feng Xiaoming let out a strange, shrill laugh, full of resentment and madness, "This bullshit God's will, this hypocritical kindness! If it weren't for them, how could I have ended up like this?! Since the righteous path won't tolerate me, then I will transform into the most poisonous Yama in the world!" He suddenly raised his left hand, and a row of poisonous needles flashing with a cold blue light shot towards Yun Yuan like a rainstorm!
Yun Yuan raised her sleeves and wrapped them around the tree trunk, then she pointed her toes and leaped into the air, narrowly avoiding the poisonous needle.
When he came back to his senses, Feng Xiaoming's figure had disappeared into the shadows of the valley again, without any trace of breath, as if he had blended into the night.
Yun Yuan landed unsteadily, stumbling back against an ancient tree, panting rapidly but still scanning his surroundings with vigilance. His heart pounded wildly. Did it work? The combination of the medicinal agent and the catalyst had indeed dealt him a heavy blow, disrupting the balance that had enabled his powerful venom. But it had also failed! Unable to deliver that fatal blow, this venomous snake's perception of danger and instinct for escape were beyond imagination. To make matters worse, he was now completely hidden in the shadows. A wounded venomous snake would only become more dangerous and frenzied! His ability to shrink and hide, coupled with his familiarity with the valley, meant that if he wasn't careful, he would be doomed.
The valley fell silent again, save for the whimpering of corpses in the wind. Moonlight streamed down coldly, illuminating the eerie whiteness of the bones. Yun Yuan clutched the last remaining needle in her sleeve. She knew Feng Xiaoming was in the dark, while she was in the light. Every shadow held a potentially deadly threat. She had to be calmer and more patient than he was, waiting for him to approach. Just one strike, one final blow!
But she couldn't smell him at all.
The sobbing and crying that preceded this emptiness was even more disturbing. How could this person completely blend into this land that buried countless souls?
Sudden!
From the shadow of a rugged rock on the right, a skinny figure shot out silently like a ghost!
laugh!
As she turned around, the needle in Yun Yuan's hand flew out of the air and headed straight for the man's face. However, the man rolled over and jumped up, actually dodging it.
He came with the moonlight behind him, and only a black outline could be seen - in a flash, he was right in front of us, at a speed much faster than before!
Feng Xiaoming actually has such skills? !
Yun Yuan was stunned, but saw the man wipe his left hand from his waist, and a cold arc of light suddenly appeared, like a crescent moon breaking through the night sky, with a hair-raising whistling sound, and it slashed towards Yun Yuan's snow-white neck with lightning speed!
Clang——!
An extremely piercing sound, like metal scraping bones, exploded right next to her ears!
However, the expected sharp pain in the neck and rush of warm blood did not come.
The cold light of the scimitar that was supposed to chop off her head was less than half an inch away from the skin on the side of her neck, but was blocked by a thinner and faster stream of white light that arrived later!
Puff! A muffled sound!
Another streak of white light fiercely pierced the shadow's throat! The tip of the blade protruded from the back of its neck, still humming and trembling!
The deadly arc of scimitar light fell limply along with the pierced wrist, and landed on the dry bones at Yun Yuan's feet with a clang.
The man's body seemed to have been stripped of all support, frozen in place, still lunging forward with his knife. A strange gurgling sound emanated from his throat, and dark blood gushed out from his pierced neck. His hollow, lifeless eyes rolled downward in disbelief, as if trying to see clearly what had ended his life.
Plop!
The dark shadow fell like a crane with a broken neck, and a grayish-white mist rose from the pile of dead bones. The moonlight was cold, reflecting the thin blade that pierced his throat—shaped like a broken willow, but the edge was covered with frost, as if it could even cut through the moonlight.
Yun Yuan's body trembled slightly.
The face emerged under the cold light of the bright moon - although the clothes and skinny figure were exactly the same as Feng Xiaoming, it was clearly a young face with flesh and blood.
Not him.
A fishy and sweet taste suddenly surged in the throat.
She didn't know what to think for a moment - should she be grateful that she still had a chance to take revenge herself? Or should she be angry that this venomous snake had even prepared such a scapegoat?
"I didn't expect Feng Xiaoming to have such martial arts skills. Fortunately, I arrived in time."
A clear, female voice, tinged with a hint of lazy sarcasm, suddenly pierced the dead silence of the valley. This voice… Yun Yuan's entire body trembled! Familiarity and shock instantly gripped her.
She turned abruptly, following the sound, and looked towards its source—only to see a slender figure slowly walking out from the depths of the dense tree shadows. The moonlight was stingy, only illuminating half of her profile and the curve of her lips, a hint of a smile.
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